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[Verse 1: tropes] Yeah How you get robbed over a handbag If it ain't enough for you, don't go, just stay back (that doesn't make any sense) You ain't finna copy me with red eyes Come at you with dead eyes I'm swatting all the dead flies You thought you were the future You're just on your computer You suck ass I'm your tutor I'm a creator, you're a user Cannot fly You cannot fly to rooster Can you die? I can't decide if I am the loser And I can't be nice But I still won't take your damn advice I had a feeling hella lucky I might roll the dice Well, it must be nice Well, it must be nice (ju-ju-juvos) [Verse 2: ericdoafan39] He keep talking shit like I can't end his life right now I been smoking on some cabbage, higher than the clouds You can't stop me now I’mma stomp him out We gon' lie for clout Don't you take the route I got some problems in my head Everybody want me dead I can't trust another friend I will never shake your hand If you want me dead Smoking so much red Walking funny, walking dead Am I another player Am I anybody with a love No, I'm not afraid to play pretend Talking to me like I'm a glare You know that I'm going for the head Going for the head, [?] [?] Bitches on the floor, [?] [Outro] (Kill yourself) (juvos) I am a surrealist pop artist, part of the genre of surrealist art (I'm a surrealist pop artist, I'm a surrealist pop artist!) Let me speak Fantano, you invited me on here as a conversation (You bowl-cut bitch) (Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up) Fuck you